Saint-Francis? Saint-François? San Francisco!

Weird how a simple translation can make a difference: “I went to Saint-Francis, last year.” “Where?” “San Francisco.” “Ah! San Francisco. You got me confused. Speak English, Man!” (“I just did.”) 🙂 My faithful readers have to realize that my San Francisco pix were easier to retrieve. (25,000 pix already recovered. Overall. Not just Saint-Francis)…

So long…

He made us dance to the end of Love. He took a Chelsea Hotel to international fame. He bade farewell to all the Mariannes we knew. A pretty woman leaning in her darkened door cried to him. The Sisters of Mercy no longer wait for him. When they poured across the border he was cautioned…

Pot-pourri twenty-cinque

The best laid plans… I was thinking of posting a Paris promenade, but Time, the eternal thief, got the better of me. So here is a pot-pourri “twenty-cinque”. Starting with a monster motif on top of Milan’s cathedral. “Muscle your piano. AVC (stroke). Trauma to the head…” Paris, Rue des Pyrénées. 2015. The house of…

San Francisco 1965

San Francisco’s cable car. I understand it’s still working. Back then in 1965, to the little boy that I was, fresh out of Africa, it was very cool. Note the hairdos on the women, and the white socks and black jeans on one of the passengers pushing the car. (Elvis wasn’t very far) The streets…

Richard Anthony. 1938-2015.

Richard Anthony died a few days ago at the relatively young – by today’s standards – age of 77. To the vast majority of my english-speaking readers, his name will ring no bell. He was one of the “yéyé” idols of the sixties. His music and songs were mainly adaptations of english or american hits…